I am a liar and a thief
a picasso with a ski mask
with a sawed off shot gun
on an american killing spree
I am a bank robber, a mistress, your forgotten whore
all your ideas, colors, images are wasted... on me
I am no good, no good, my river is wet and sloppy,
a surplus of fools gold that rests in the closet under the stairs.
written Fall 2000
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I am not a painter
I am a sculptor
let me take
your broken bones
and plant your corps into
the dirt and resurrect you in bronze.
written Fall 2000
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like Jack the Ripper he carved out
her abdomen like a cantaloupe
like spare ribs dripping in bar-b-que sauce
the bronze dripping off her bones like icicles
written Fall 2000
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A certain amount of
blowing
dripping
eroding
raining
bleeding
dying
dancing
movement
is what I like in a painting.
written Winter 2000
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Titled: Portrait
Canvas
naked and white
I want to undress you
under the black night
in pink tenderness
Everything is accepted in excess
There are no accidents
only possibilities not fully explored
I want to eat
your tulip legs
your eye lashes
your bleeding flower
To peel you skin
like a mandarin
To floss your veins
between my jagged white porcelain
when the night falls
when the day breaks
I have nothing if I don't have you
I want to pretend your my mother
when I decorate my walls
when I throw you in my closet
Until the next time we kiss
I want to lie in pieces of you
waiting to undress your naked and white flesh.
written 1996
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Titled: Oil spill
paint dripping
melting tar feathers
oil spill, prozac is a pill
candle wax, eroding, walking
rain, so useless, so useless
when are you going
to learn to paint
nothing more
nothing
nothing more than
a used car sales man.
written Winter 2000